I feel I can’t get angry at him
Friday, March 13th, 2009
Rachel, New York
I’m 14, in 9th grade. There’s this guy, “Joe.” He’s in two of my classes.
In one class, he used to have to sit next to me in the back corner of the room where no one could see us. He’d try to touch me, ask me personal questions, try to get [...]
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Rachel, New York
I’m 14, in 9th grade. There’s this guy, “Joe.” He’s in two of my classes.
In one class, he used to have to sit next to me in the back corner of the room where no one could see us. He’d try to touch me, ask me personal questions, try to get [...]




















